[Dick Enberg] and partner in mediocrity Bob Trumpy spent much of the game kissing up to Cowboys owner Jerry Jones and Coach Jimmy Johnson, or is it Jerry Johnson and Jimmy Jones, or Jerry-John Jimmy and Johnny-Jim Jerry? (And am I the only one who thinks Johnson bears a striking resemblance to the late Benny Hill, baby-faced king of the baggy pants comics?) When they weren't flattering the coach and owner of the Cowboys, Enberg and Trumpy were trashing Bills running back Thurman Thomas for fumbling. An NBC camera seemed trained on Thomas whenever he was feeling blue.
"The hearts are heavy and the pain is deep for Buffalo," moaned Enberg melodramatically in the fourth quarter, "but perhaps no one hurts more than Number 34." Enberg stopped just short of ordering up a firing squad or suggesting that Dr. Kevorkian make a house call at the Thomas residence. The hokey mush that goes with sports coverage always seems to reach new heights, or depths, during the Super Bowl.
As usual, the Super Bowl was such a parade of commerce that it might almost more appropriately be held in a shopping mall. Beer ads proliferate, of course, as do those for snacks and yummies. Two funny ads for Lipton Original tea were introduced. In one, Bo Jackson raced up, and then down, the stairs of a skyscraper in pursuit of the drink ("This ain't no sippin' tea"). In another, David Carradine and a supporting cast simultaneously spoofed Carradine's old "Kung Fu" series and paid tribute to the Three Stooges. It was fresh and funny.
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